The dark-haired lady is Lord Trufort's daughter, and later she became a vampire "chylde" of his.

"Good evening" she greets quietly. She doesn't chatter but she'll make her statement when she's ready.

"I am called Wren and I am among the few who live in Castle Eclipse," she continues, seeing you won't leave. "Sometimes, I am in this parlor, sometimes not. Tonight, I say hello. Will you sit?" She gestures in an offhanded way, indicating one of the golden chairs.

A faraway look comes into her eyes, without warning, and she is on her feet, looking through you more than looking at you. "I don't feel sociable just now, so why don't you visit someone else? Good evening."

She is gone, set in her own patterns, not caring what you think, or even if you think of her at all.

Perhaps, soon, she will feel like sharing her personal history with you. As if to say no, the candlelight dims but no one is there to extinguish the flame. The air is still. . . what is happening here?